For a split second, everything was quiet, and Ethan stood pale and frozen on the spot. The bullet hit the wall barely inches away from his head. "I could kill you if I want to," Kabir's voice echoed, bringing part of him to life.
"Be grateful; I wouldn't want my children's vision tainted with your blood," and like the wind, he was gone. Ethan did not resist assistance. He was brutally dragged out to the front, but his mind still lingered minutes ago.
"I would have been dead" was the only thought in his head. A resounding slap sent his face to another angle. Ethan switched his mouth, swallowing a mouthful of blood.
"How dare you?" Blair held him by the collar, her eyes cold and dead. Never had he seen her in such a state, not even when they fought in court. "You're lucky he spared your life, for I wouldn't," she hissed, tossing him to the ground, where he was picked up by the armed force and dragged out.
